Day 4, Yang and Pyrrha. Popularly called Crimson Flame or Chariots of Fire.
Genres: Romance.
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY.
Chapter 4. Bruises And Brushes
It had been two weeks since Yang and Pyrrha had started dating, and still, the blonde found her jaw dropping whenever she looked at the crimson-haired girl.
Pyrrha was... something else.
When Ruby asked why she had fallen for JNPR's redhead, Yang had not particularly known how to reply.
"Uh... I dunno, really," she had said with a shrug. "But I mean, have ya seen her sis? She's smokin' hot."
An eye roll. "Yaaaang..."
"What? I'm only tellin' the truth!" Yang had defended.
Of course there were other reasons as to why Yang had developed her crush, things like how Pyrrha was so helpful – sometimes too much so for her own good. How Pyrrha would laugh and it would send a shiver up Yang's spine, or how she would place a hand on Yang's shoulder and it took all her self control not to squeak like Ruby did whenever Weiss sat near her.
Pyrrha was the only person who could make Yang Xiao Long so flustered, her self-confidence absent and reducing her to nothing more than a puddle of stammering, illiterate words and sounds.
Little did she know her own presence had a similar affect on Pyrrha.
She had always admired Yang from afar, finding herself smiling whenever the blonde helped her sister or teammates out. Pyrrha had a certain weakness for teamwork, and Yang was just about the epitome of helping others try to work together and form deeper bonds. Which was one of many reasons why she had decided to try and deepen her own bond with Yang.
It was a casual exchange of words at the lunch table that day, until Pyrrha had invited Yang to meet her on the building's rooftop after classes. Though confused, Yang had accepted quickly, under the impression that Pyrrha needed advice or some form of help.
She remembered nearly falling off the roof in shock when Pyrrha had blatantly asked her out instead.
Pyrrha had been striving for causality, even though it was obvious how hard she was trying to keep her legs from shaking as she clutched one forearm behind her back. She was not even sure how it had happened exactly, but Yang had accepted the offer with a grin, wiping a bead of sweat off of her own forehead.
When it was all over, there had been much nervous laughter and uncertain hand motions until at last their fingers entwined.
There were lists of reasons Yang had fallen so hard for Pyrrha, including ones she only realized after their first date out to dinner. But right now, she could only remember the initial thought:
She's smokin' hot.
It had been Pyrrha's idea to have their workout session together that afternoon though, so she assumed she would have to reap what she sewed. Yang's own white shorts and black tank top were easy enough to move around in and only slightly revealing to expose her skin to the air.
But until today, she had never seen Pyrrha's workout attire, which included a pale yellow top and brown shorts, giving her the overall appearance of an autumn forest.
A very attractive autumn forest.
Yang was quickly aware of how unintelligible her thoughts had become when she realized she had to be in close proximity to her girlfriend in the locker room. Normally, Yang would never be so flustered around her teammates or closer friends. But for whatever reason, being next to Pyrrha made her want to cover herself as quickly as possible – or even more extreme – change in one of the bathroom stalls alone like Weiss did.
This was the first time Yang had ever felt so bashful, and to be honest, she kind of liked it. It was a feeling no one else could elicit from her.
It was fun to have Pyrrha beside her and no air of awkwardness between them.
Together, they drew the gazes of every person in the work-out room. High ponytails swung back and forth as they jogged the tread mills, lavender and emerald gazes sparked with the thrill of perseverance. Loose tank-tops soon became tighter with sweat, clinging to their toned stomachs as they lifted weights while chatting. Sweat glistened on strong arms and long legs, making every muscle prominent, every inch of skin rippling with energy waiting to be unleashed.
Pyrrha was more than content with simply finishing their workout after the designated hour and heading home.
But the blonde had other ideas.
Pyrrha had just finished her one-armed pull-ups at one hundred per side and dropped down, bangs slick against her forehead as she grabbed her towel and pressed her face in. "Well, Yang, I think it was a grand workout today! Shall we head on back to the locker room? I'd like to shower soon."
She may or may not have tried extra hard today in order to show off a bit, and was consequently slightly more exhausted than she usually would have been after working out with her own team.
Evidently, Yang was having similar conflicts.
"Sure!" She panted as she hoisted the bar of her bench press above her chest, straightening her arms entirely. "Juuuust lemme add thirty more pounds and get in one last lift!"
Pyrrha looked up and walked over to where her girlfriend lie, eyebrows furrowing quizzically.
"Are you sure? You're already at two hundred and fifty pounds. I mean, I don't know how much you can press normally, but I think after all we did today, anything more than that might be a bit much, even for you."
"Naaaaw," Yang smirked. "I can handle it. Truuust me."
Pyrrha gave her a skeptical stare.
Yang sighed and compromised. "Alright fine. Just twenty more pounds then?"
"Only if you let me spot you. You've been doing this the entire time by yourself."
"Okay, okay."
Yang laid back and got ready, holding the bar to her chest as Pyrrha added the weights.
It seemed she, too, would be reaping a lot of what she sewed today.
Her efforts to show off backfired entirely when her shoulder popped and the bar wobbled in her grasp. However, just before it could come down to cripple her collarbones, Pyrrha swooped in to grab the bar, holding it in place as Yang slithered off the bench. Pyrrha let the bar down and placed a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder.
"Are you alright? That sounded like it hurt," she said with concern. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you do that."
"Nah, it didn't hurt. Just surprised me a lil' is all. Plus, it's not your fault at all. I'm fine, see?" Yang flexed her arms with a grin.
"It'll probably bruise," Pyrrha commented as Yang got to her feet, flipping her tangled ponytail over her shoulder.
"Probably. But we can match!" she declared, noticing the slight discoloring that dusted Pyrrha's biceps as well. "Aw well. It's just proof of how hard we worked! We should be proud!"
"Perhaps you're right," Pyrrha chuckled.
They headed to the showers, reconvening after slipping into their clean changes of casual shorts and t-shirts they had brought along and kept stored in their lockers.
Yang had just finished vigorously patting her hair down with her towel when she saw Pyrrha sitting on one of the benches in the locker room, hair down and damp, rubbing her arms and wincing slightly. Yang slung her towel around her shoulders and sauntered over; Pyrrha was obviously trying to conceal her pain, but she was not aware of how bad she was at it.
Yang placed her hands on the girl's shoulders lightly. Pyrrha jumped a bit, but whatever she had been about to say in surprise was instantly lost when she felt Yang's strong hands kneading her shoulders.
"Guess I wasn't the only one showing off today, huh?" Yang's voice sounded from just above her ear.
"Mmm... I may have done a bit extra," Pyrrha admitted, closing her eyes as she let Yang's healing fingers sink into her back. She massaged Pyrrha's sore muscles for a few minutes until the crimson-haired girl loosened up. When the tenseness was gone, Yang moved forward and lazily wrapped her arms around Pyrrha's neck and shoulders, leaning forward into her back. She kissed Pyrrha's cheek, earning a hearty laugh.
"Okay, now it's my turn to repay you." Pyrrha reached up and gently freed herself from Yang's embrace, inviting her to sit in her place. Yang took the offer as Pyrrha went to her locker to retrieve a brush.
Yang's semblance ensured her hair dried quickly, but she often got some nasty knots, and the entire school knew how she felt about losing a single strand. Which was why Pyrrha was very cautious and careful when she pulled the brush through her golden locks, untangling her tresses slowly so it did not pull.
Pyrrha's hands were skilled when dealing with long hair, and Yang could fully appreciate that now. She felt the almost ticklish sensation of the brush's teeth against her back as Pyrrha's hands traveled through her hair, dividing it into smaller sections to brush individually.
It seemed all too quickly to Yang when her girlfriend gave a triumphant pat to her shoulder.
"There. Not a hair out of place!" Pyrrha announced.
"Wow!" Yang got to her feet, running her fingers experimentally through her locks. "It's so soft! Pyrrha, you're amazing at this! I guess being a model on the side has its benefits, huh?"
"Well, I've picked up a few things here and there..." Clasping her hands behind her back, she shuffled her feet a bit bashfully.
"Thanks." Yang grinned. Pyrrha presented her girlfriend with a beaming smile.
"Shall we head back then?" she suggested.
"In a minute." Yang passed her a suggestive glance, and Pyrrha caught her intention instantly. She reached out to brush her fingers through Yang's hair, moving her bangs from her eyes and she cupped her cheek.
Yang held the sides of Pyrrha's face, tracing her thumbs over the solid cheekbones and soft flesh. Their eyes closed as their lips came together.
Just like every kiss since the first, it was fiery, fierce, passionate.
Wild.
Both girls found themselves intoxicated before very long, and pulling away was always an endeavor for them. Fingers curled through hair, traveling up arms and over shoulders as they fought to maintain their breath longer than the other.
Pyrrha had always suspected Yang to be a hungry kisser, but Yang was fairly surprised when she first found out the girl could give her a run for her money.
It was a few minutes before they finally pulled apart, chests heaving and eyes slightly glazed. Being fresh out of the showers certainly made things a bit steamier. Combined with Yang's sweltering semblance and Pyrrha's crushing embrace, they could certainly melt a few candles.
When she had regained her breath enough to speak, Yang was smirking again. "Tie?"
Pyrrha rolled her eyes, a playful challenge for next time stated there in silent emerald writing.
"Tie."
A/N: Ahaaa gosh this was an interesting pair! This was all I could think to do for them.
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